Kenny Koughs - DRAWLIN

Nah (Yah)
Nah (Yah)
Nah (Yah)
Nah (Yah)
Yeah we can't stop, stop
Don't drop, drop
Yeah we don't stop
And its the weakest part
And the clock is ticking-turning I might need to restart
Bitch I'm part bart Simpson so they simping hard
So we start on that hooligan shit, they said I'm retarded
I ain't never been carded
All these niggas I brought in
Out here ballin hard like yo bestie, got these bottles popping
Girl lets get it started, she all over my body
I ain't impressed yet, till she gave wet neck on that slippy slide-y
I know they tweaking, and they start ditto dick ridin'
And they can't help themselves some of these bitches wanna be me
But I still coolin' vibin', cause if I peek inside ya
I'll sees ya, I'll merc ya, yea you a whole ass
Bitch!

I been shot callin', drawlin', and ballin
You could say I'm Randy Moss-ing (Boom, boom, boom)
The one that they cannot mosh with (Yeah)
Yes I ran out of options (Yeah)
What's with you and that talkin' (Yeah)
We gone take off yo top quick (Boom)
Bust at you like an op, bitch (Like a top op)
Clean ya ass with a mop, bitch (With that mop, mop)
You can't hang with the gang cause yo ass stay movin' like a sloth bitch
(Like a sloth, sloth)
This nigga must've lost it wait
Hit me up no more copping shake (Bap, bap, bow)
Pick the stick up cause we don't play
And we give no fucks put it in yo face (Damn, damn)

Bitch I'm cool with it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, boom)

I been shot callin', drawlin', and ballin
You could say I'm Randy Moss-ing (Boom, boom, boom)
The one that they cannot mosh with (Yeah)
Yes I ran out of options (Yeah)
What's with you and that talkin' (Yeah)
We gone take off yo top quick (Boom)
Bust at you like an op, bitch (Like a top op)
Clean ya ass with a mop, bitch (With that mop, mop)
You can't hang with the gang cause yo ass stay movin' like a sloth bitch
(Like a sloth, sloth)
This nigga must've lost it wait
Hit me up no more copping shake (Bap, bap, bow)
Pick the stick up cause we don't play
And we give no fucks put it in yo face (Damn, damn)

Suicide
Hit me up like "who am I?"
Always on that do or die
Yeah we on that heathen time
See it in my eye, how on that demon time b

I play games with these niggas talkin' Saw real life
Then I bust down with they hoes, like to lick the knives (Like to lick the knives)
And we fuck around till that sun's up cause that day is night (Yeah that day is night)
Only 21 so we pray to stay till 29 (Till we 29)
We can't play no games we OSF until we die (F 'em till we die)
Show me rings, show me diamonds I might up that fire (I might up that fire)
Beam me up, have these niggas say its suicide
Now I'm drawling 'cause I'm tired of these rappers tryna take
What's, mine

Written by:
Tremaine LaManna

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